George
**Previously on Who?| The Dhampir
It is Jared, right?
"I never expected it was Mr. Tuna who ate those chickens," Cayden says while serving the spaghetti.
"He likes meat than cat food, huh?" Clarkson says, staring at the cat with wonder.
"I missed you," I say. My fingers rake his long black hair and rest my hands on the side of his face.
Pain takes over his playful gaze. He clenches his jaw and sighs. His hands pull my back. His hands envelop me with a warm hug. The heat of his body radiates even more as the cold wind of the night from the window brushes on my skin.
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"Father is sick," Jared says.
I look at him while searching if Clarkson left his clothes. But I guess he brought everything with him.
"I was told to hide. A warlock saw a vision that the next king will be killed by the next Alpha," he sigh.
"You have warlocks?" I ask.
I pause searching and look at him. "I'll... kill you?" I furrow my eyebrows.
"That's what the warlock says. We do have a few witches and warlocks with us, those who didn't believe in the leadership of werewolves," he looks at me.
The light coming from the window glows on the side of his face, emphasizing the structure of his face. I give up looking for Clarkson's clothes and hand him my bathrobe instead.
"Here," I say. I turn my back, fighting the urge to look at his body.
"So, you mean," I pause and bite my lip. "I'm going to kill you...?"
"Will you kill me?" he asks.
"Why would I?" I frown.
"We never know, Georgina," I hear him sigh. "We never know."
"So you're hiding at your killer's village," I conclude.
"I thought you wouldn't kill me?", he asks. I can imagine his eyebrows furrowing as his mismatched eyes glare at me.
"As of now, I won't. Like what you said, we never know," I say. I tap my feet to distract myself from the thought of his naked body.
He clicks his tongue. "This is quite short for me."
Silence.
The silence of the night isn't helping me with the tension I am feeling with the vampire in the room.
"How's your father then?" I ask and cross my arms on my chest, fidgeting my fingers on my arms.
"I cannot take care of him because I ran away," he says.
I hear him move but I never dare to look at him.
"Who's taking care of him now?" I ask. I play with the hem of my shirt.
"It's his twin is taking care of him," his breath fans over my shoulder which made me flinch.
Shocked, I bump the back of my head when I quickly look up.
"Your bathrobe is extremely short for me," he says in his deep velvety voice.
My gaze scans the fabric of the shoulder part of my bathrobe stretching on his shoulders. The sleeves almost pop as they try to cover his muscular arms. The fact that it is oversized to me makes me feel so small. My blanket is wrapped around his waistline.
"As much as I want to walk around your place with only your bathrobe on, it's only covering just about a quarter of my legs, not enough to cover what your eyes are not yet ready to see," he finishes his sentence with a teasing smile.
My heart skips a beat. I feel heat travel to my cheeks.
I try to shift my attention elsewhere.
"You're taller than your disguise," I say and meet his gaze.
"I am," he answers and smiles, showing his long fangs, making his smile even more attractive.
Attractive... fangs?
Are you serious, Georgina?
"Why thank you," he says. "Most of the females in our city find my fangs attractive too," he continues.
I almost slap myself when I remember he could hear my thoughts.
His tongue plays with the rip of his fangs. He isn't embarrassed to stare at me with his smug look.
I clear my throat and look away. I walk past him and to the bed. I lie on the bed and rest the back of my hand on my forehead. My gaze scans his figure. The house seems so small because of his presence. He turns and faces me. Quickly, I shift my gaze to the ceiling
"What should we do now?" I whisper while staring at the ceiling.
"Number one is done," he says and sits at the bottom corner of the bed.
"Hm?" I look at him.
"Number one, find Jared," he says and pulls my journal hidden under the covers.
"Number two is..." I pause. "Find the allies."
"Yep," he nods.
"How can we do that?" I ask.
"Joaquin cannot help us," I add.
How is Joaquin doing now?
"I'm pretty sure they won't harm them," he says as he runs his fingers to his black hair that's long enough to cover half of his face.
"About the next step? We have to find a way," Jared says. "If only I'm on my throne," he sighs.
I only stare at him. Still, I cannot believe that he is back. He is sitting beside me.
"By the wayâ" he pauses when I touch his cheeks.
He holds my hand and intertwines our fingers.
"I love your journal entries," he says while scanning my journal.
"He looks good, but looks can be deceiving," he says reading one of the entries I wrote.
"Hey!" I snatch my journal away from him and sit on it.
"How hard could it be for me to walk out of this room of affection that my emotions built for him," he continues.
"You memorized my journal?" I ask. A part of me is amazed and part of me is scared thinking how many pages had he read?"
"I always read them every time I am left here alone," he replies.
"That's not right," I say, glaring at him.
He doesn't answer.
He is in deep thought.
"It's been a while since someone wrote poetry about me," he finally breaks the silence after few minutes. He stares at me with his lonely gaze.
"Who is it?" I ask.
He looks away and clicks his tongue, "Someone from my past."
"You said you've never been into a breakup before, right?" I ask while scanning the lonesome painted on his face.
"Yeah," he nods. "Never had one."
"Butâ"
"Because I witnessed all of my lovers die," he cuts my words and meets my gaze.
The light from the window gleams through the reflection of his teary eyes.
"Oh," I bite my lip and look away. "Sorry," I say.
"I tried to save them but I guess love is just a temporary thing that will either slowly fade or suddenly gone," he continues.
I remain quiet.
"You're too young to relate to this," he chuckles and pinches my cheek as if he is a grandpa lecturing his granddaughter.
"Hey. I'm not a kid anymore," I furrow my eyebrows and swat his hand away from my cheeks.
"To me, you are though," he says and gives me a small smile.
I wake up to the sound of a knife softly hitting the chopping board.
"It's too early for you to cook," I say with my eyes closed, waiting for Jared to reply.
"This is my only free time that's why I visit you," Clarkson says.
Quickly, I open my eyes.
Jared.
Where are you?
I saw Mr. Tuna lying on my bathrobe on the floor.
"No one will clean your place now," Clarkson says and picks my bathrobe up. He hangs the bathrobe on his arms while cleaning the table.
"Saber and Cayden are back to their jobs," Clarkson continues.
"Did you have a visitor yesterday?" he asks.
Mr. Tuna suddenly lifts his gaze and looks at me.
I get off the bed and look at the dish he is cooking. Lying isn't the best option, especially when you are talking to a werewolf.
"You learned how to cook?" I ask with a big smile plastered on my face. "The pan is the smoking anymore."
"I studied so hard," he replies. "Hope it tastes delicious."
"By the way, they are starting training for new werewolves," he says. He walks back to the kitchen. He stands beside me and stirs the pot.
"About?" I ask.
"Transformation," he answers. He rolls the sleeves of his sweater before continuing, "They'll teach you how to control your werewolf version."
"What time would that be?" I ask.
"There are different shifts," he gets a small amount of tomato sauce and blows it. He faces me and nears the spoon to my mouth.
"Morning, Afternoon, and Night," he says.
"A bit salty," I say after grimacing. Quickly, I get a glass of water.
"Night? I want to take a rest though," I say before drinking the water.
"You don't have to if you don't want to. I'm just informing you in case you need guidance with transforming," he says.
Mr. Tuna watches the two of us. I smile at him before going back to Clarkson.
"Bon Appetit," Clarkson says and smiles at me.
"Thank you," I tell him.
"You're welcome," he happily says.
"Seriously, thanks. For staying beside me even though everyone is slowly leaving me," I say smiling.
"Everything for you," he replies.
We sit down and start eating.
"So... You won't attend the new training?" he asks.
My gaze lands on Mr. Tuna casually sitting on the window, watching the scenery outside. His tall sways a bit.
"I will," I answer and shift my gaze back to Clarkson.
"I have to."
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